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I voted today
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22 October
#proof I went outside !!#october#it was way too hot outside today wtf i thought it was cold evidently#but good think I only went out for a couple mins so I could come back to change and now im lying on the floor panting#exactly 1 month till my bday eek
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canada isn't real (-58â°F for the american homies)
#when i complained about october/november/december 2023 being way too hot#i did NOT mean i wanted january 2024 to hit us with the -50s!!
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My local farmers market had pumpkins on Saturday! Already!
I'M SO FREAKING READY!!!!!
I'm going to eat homemade pumpkin tempura this year until I explode and nothing can stop me.
#oloriel#I still want to go apple-picking in the worst way but it's still too hot#And my October weekends are all spoken for with markets and LARP and anniversary....#Bree answers your inquiries
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i have got to start dressing like this in public
#my post#i didnât wear this skirt for a while because it made me Insecure but today i said Fuck It Iâm Hot#i need it to be october immediately because itâs way too warm for my style#lavâs camera
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Came back from a (unsuccessful) hunting trip in Eastern Nevada. Thought I'd share some fall pics with y'all:
Bonus Pic of the closest we got to a deer. This little guy is a weanling fawn just out of his spots and still hanging with Mom, who was nearby:
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i'm all sweaty đŤ
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slippin' and slidin' all over you!
pair: logan howlett x fem!reader
wc: 4k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, sweating, mutual masturbation, sweat licking (i don't know???), not-so-dry humping, p in v, JUST THE TIP RAHHH, creampie, fingering (fem!recieving), oral sex (fem!receiving), come swapping, come eating, literally over four thousand words of pure nasty smut, this is gross lowkey, idk i'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.
natâs note: very much not the winner or even an option of the poll i posted last week but...shhh don't hate me. itâs october and over 80 every single day, what the fuck is that? only good thing that came from this heat is thoughts of nasty sweaty sex with logan. once again shoutout to my wonderful husband @ebodebo for reading this over for me (i successfully changed her vendetta against sucking up some man sweat...which was the real point of this fic tbh) go give her fics some love if you're a slut for ghost! kisses!
logan forgot to fix the ac...
It's too hot out to be alive. 36°C and sunny.
One of the hottest days in recent memory for Alberta, and you're really feeling it.
"Remind me," you say slowly, the first words spoken in almost ten minutes. "How many times did I ask you to fix the air conditioner?"
"Don't start," Logan says from his spot across the room. His head is tipped back to rest on the couch cushion, eyes slipped shut.
You ignore him, lazily rolling your head to the side to look at him through squinted eyes, your brows furrowed in thought. "Was it ten? Or maybe thirteen?"
Logan huffs a breath, slow and heavy, but he doesn't move--doesn't even open his eyes. âI said donât start,â he mutters again, though thereâs the faintest edge of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Don't worry baby," you say, voice pitched lower in a terrible impersonation of Logan. "I'll get to it, promise. Wonât get too hot for another couple months."
Logan finally cracks an eye open, just enough to give you a sideways glance, his mouth twitching with amusement. "You done?"
You hum noncommittally, the sound lingering in the air like the lazy summer breeze doing nothing to cool the temperature outside. Your gaze slips down the side of his face to trace the jut of his jaw, then lower to the sweaty column of his neck.Â
Both you and Logan lost most of your clothes earlier in the day, too hot to bother wearing anything but underwear. You trudged around the house like zombies until you finally gave up on trying to be productive, you both ended up in the living room.Â
All the windows are cracked open, trying in vain to let in any cool air. You claimed the armchair closest to the fan, refusing to be anywhere near Logan and the massive heat wave he constantly gives off.
Loganâs on the couch, stripped down to the thinnest pair of sleep shorts youâve ever seen. His chest is bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that mats the dark hair dusted along his pecs to his skin.Â
You canât help the way your eyes follow the drops of moisture that slide slowly down the contours of his abs. A low heat starting to swirl through your gut when it disappears into his happy trail.
It's funny. When you basically peeled yourself off your mattress this morning, sex was the absolute last thing on your mind.
Now, as your eyes glide over the strong expanse of Logan's body on full display, you're having second thoughts.
Maybe it just comes with the heat. That sort of slow, syrupy feeling that slides along your overheated skin to pulse pleasantly between your thighs.
A bead of sweat slides down the length of your spine slowly, falling until it soaks into the damp waistband of your panties. You try to not notice how Logan is halfway across the room, not touching you.
You fail.
âItâs just a shame, though,â you start, fingers idly toying with the hem of your tank top. âIf it was cooler, I could come over there.â
You slide a leg up, letting it rest against the wooden rest, newly exposed skin gleaming under the sunlight filtering in.Â
The move isn't lost on Logan. You see his jaw clench slightly, the tiniest shift in his posture.
"Something you wanted?" Logan asks, his voice going low and teasing. "Looks like you've been gettin' yourself all worked up over there."
âJust thinking,â you reply, shifting slightly on the sticky leather of the chair.
Loganâs fingers twitch at his sides, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. His eyes slide the rest of the way open, his gaze heavy and lingering as it ventures down to where your thin shirt sticks to your skin, outlining every curve.
âOh yeah?â he prompts, his voice a little rougher now. âThinkinâ about what, baby?â
âYou,â you say easily, fingers slipping down to your thigh. You bring your other leg up, perching it against the opposite armrest. Your thighs spread wide enough that you know Logan has a full view of the wet spot growing along the gusset of your panties.
The hitch in Loganâs breath has you stifling a smug smile, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch the way his chest starts rising faster.
"That's real sweet, sugar," he drawls, an unimpressed look on his face as he drags his eyes back up to your own. "But if you're tryin' to get me over there, you're gonna have to do better than that." His voice slides through the air heavy and warm like molasses.
You bite back a grin, enjoying the slow game that's unfolding between the two of you.Â
"Maybe I donât want you to come over here," you let your fingers trail a little lower, just to the edge of your panties, teasing. âMaybe I like you right where you are.â
Loganâs brow raises, his thighs tensing before he spreads them just a touch wider. The fabric of his boxers goes taut over the strong muscle, riding up to expose even more hairy skin to your greedy eyes.
"You're playin' with fire, kid," he warns.
The tent in his shorts is obvious now, the hard length of his cock pressing against the fabric where it lays across his thigh. Your other hand twitches by your side at just the sight, your pussy throbbing with the sudden need to be filled.
"Am I?" you murmur, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, just enough to make sure he knows exactly where this is headed. âItâs not like youâre going to do anything about it, youâre too busy pouting."
With a deliberate slowness, you slide your fingers lower, brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to let out a soft gasp at the contact. You arch your back slightly, relishing in the way the air feels against your skin, hot and sticky.
You want him to see how badly you need himâhow his heat is the only thing that could truly satisfy the insatiable ache building between your legs.
Logan's nostrils flare, jaw tightening and eyes darkening at the sight of you teasing yourself. His restraint is slipping, and you can practically feel the tension building in the room, thick and stifling like the oppressive summer heat.Â
But he still doesnât move, doesnât rush over like you expect him to. Instead, he shifts his hips slightly, spreading his legs wider and letting his hand fall on his thigh.Â
You canât help the way your breath quickens at the sight, the way his fingers drift dangerously close to his own growing bulge, teasing you just as much as youâre teasing him.Â
You tilt your head to the side, gazing at him through your lashes. âYou're really just gonna leave me hanging?â you goad, fingers circling lazily around your sensitive clit. âCome on stud, whip it out.â
Logan chuckles low, a sound that sends shivers through you. "Is that what you want, baby?" he asks, voice thick and taunting, a smirk curling on his lips. âYou want me to whip it out for you?â
âYeah,â you murmur breathlessly, biting your lip as you maintain eye contact, your breath starting to come in short bursts. âI need to see you, Logan. Need to see how hard you are for me.â
âNeed to, huh,â he muses slowly, fingers finally grazing over the hard length of his cock. âWhatâs in it for me?â
âHow about this?â You slip your hand out from your ruined panties, fingers glistening with your own wetness as you hook your thumbs on either side and drag them down your legs.
You let the soaked cotton fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to him.
Loganâs pupils dilate, an inky black completely swallowing the warm hazel. He licks his lips slowly, the tip of his tongue running along his teeth like he wants to sink them into you. His cock twitches visibly beneath his shorts, the growing tension in the air between you thick enough to choke on.
âFuck,â he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly, more of a growl than a word.
You smile, shifting in the chair to give him an even better view, your legs spreading wider. "Yeah?" you purr, running your fingers over your slick inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your own skin. âYou like what you see?â
Logan swallows hard, his hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, palming his cock as he watches you. âYou know I do,â he says, voice rougher than before.Â
You let your hand trail back down to your clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles as you hold his gaze. âThen show me, Logan,â you whisper, your voice almost a plea now. "I wanna see you."
Logan lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers making quick work of shoving his shorts down enough to free his cock. It springs free to slap lewdly against his stomach and you canât help the moan that escapes your lips at the sight.
He strokes himself slowly to start, his eyes locked on you, watching your every reaction, feeding off the way your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths.
"Like this?" he asks, his tone taunting as he strokes himself from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head with a low hiss. âThat what you wanted?â
Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, straining and in his hand. The sight of his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock sends a hot, electric pulse through your body, your hand between your legs moving in time with his slow strokes.
"Yeah," you whisper, voice trembling with need. "Just like that."
You slip your hand lower, sliding two fingers inside yourself with a low moan. Logan groans like heâs the one being touched, his hand speeds up, eyes glued to where your fingers disappear in your slick heat.
His cock leaks pre-come over his knuckles each time his fist passes over the dripping head, the wet sound of it mixing with the low hum of the fan and your own breathy sighs.
"You look so fuckin' good like this honey," Logan groans, his voice rough, strained. "All spread out, playing with that pretty pussy for me."
You whimper at his words, your body aching for more than just your own touch. You need him, need the feel of his rough hands on your skin, his mouth, his cockâanything.
Your fingers move faster, slipping deeper inside with each pump, but itâs still not enough. The stretch is nothing compared to taking Logan, to the feeling of him carving a place for his thick cock inside your pussy, hitting that spot inside you that your fingers canât quite reach.
Your hips buck up towards your hand, your back arching off the chair as your free hand clutches the armrest tightly.
Loganâs pace quickens, his fist pumping his cock with a new urgency, heavy balls bouncing with every rough tug.
âGod, look at you, such a needy fuckinâ thingâ he growls, chest heaving as his gaze flicks between your flushed face and the glistening mess youâre making of yourself like he canât decide where to look. âYou want it bad, donât you?â
"Please," you whine, desperation creeping into your voice. Too keyed up to draw this out any longer. âI need you inside me, Logan. I canât take it anymore.â
Logan groans, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. His hand falters slightly on his cock, squeezing hard around the base as your words push him dangerously close to the edge. His jaw clenches, eyes raking over you, and with a growl, he stands.Â
The last threads of his restraint snapping.
 He crosses the room in two long strides, towering over you where you sit. His cock swollen and hard, sways between his legs with every step, glistening with pre-come that drips to the floor. His eyes, hooded and burning, drink you in as he reaches down, yanking your hand away from your slick heat.
âThought you said it was too hot to move,â you tease breathlessly, unable to quit egging him on even when your legs start to tremble with need, spreading wider to welcome him.
Logan ignores you, tugging your hand to his lips. Your breath catches in your chest, a weak moan escaping you as he takes your soaked fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirling along your skin to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours as he does.
âChanged my mind,â he growls, strong hands rough and possessive as they drop your wrist and haul you out of the chair so he can spin around, collapsing into it with you in his lap. The wood gives a warning creak beneath you but neither of you care.
Not when his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding as he slides his tongue past the seam of your lips. The heat radiating off his body is suffocating, but you welcome itâcraving the weight of him on you.
You melt against him, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours, every inch of him alive and pulsating with need. Loganâs hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging in just enough to send a rush coursing through you.
Itâs intoxicating, the way he devours you, his hands exploring every inch of your back, grasping and pulling you impossibly closer.Â
The hard jut of his cock presses against your thigh, a thick plane of heat that makes your pussy throb with need. You shift your hips, grinding down on him in messy circles.
âYou feel that?â he growls, lips brushing against your ear. âThatâs all for you, darlinâ.â
âNeed you,â you whimper, grinding down against him faster, desperate for the friction that sends pleasure rippling through you. âPlease, Logan, I need you inside me now.â
âHold on, baby,â he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending sparks all up your spine.
He dips his head, capturing your lips again, while his hands roam hungrily down your sides, fingers curling around your thighs to urge your legs open wider. âYou wanna tease me, youâre gonna have to get off just like this.â
Logan angles his hips so that his cock slips between your drenched folds the next time you roll your own down.
The hot, slick glide sends electric shocks of pleasure racing through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You gasp against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you push down, desperate for more.
âGod, youâre so fuckinâ wet,â he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he watches your movements with hungry eyes. âJust for me, huh? Sheâs droolinâ just for me.â
You nod breathlessly, chasing the friction, craving the feel of him so close. You lift your hips and rock back down again, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen clit, and you feel your body pulse in response.Â
âMore,â you plead, leaning in to nibble at his lower lip. âI need it.â
Logan pulls away, shaking his head with a wicked grin. âCome on, tough shot,â he says, giving your ass a quick smack and kneading the tender flesh in his hand roughly. âYouâre gonna come like this, you can do it baby.â
You whine, dropping your chin to your chest. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into the strong muscle. Your chest slips slickly against his, the front of your tank almost entirely soaked with sweat.
Yours or his, it doesn't matter. The white cotton turned transparent enough that your breasts are on full display, nipples hard and visible.
You watch a single bead of sweat make its way down the length of his throat. It trickles down and down and down until it dips between the pronounced muscles of his chest.
You duck your head, dragging your tongue up the valley of his pecs. A deep moan bursts from your lips, pussy drooling more slick over Loganâs cock at the coarse feel of his thick hair on your tongue, at the heady taste of his sweat filling your senses.
Logan groans, hands tightening their hold on your waist. The dull ache his strength leaves behind is enough to let you know that two hand shaped bruises will be blooming over your skin by tomorrow morning.Â
âCome on, girly,â he encourages, nipping at the sweaty column of your throat, the sharp points of his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin deliciously. âFuck me, give it to me good.â
Your hips speed up, his hard cock sliding through the slick folds of your cunt faster. The tip bumps against your clit deliciously with every move, smearing pre-come along the way to add even more to the mess between your legs.
âGonna fuckinâ fill you up,â he groans, breath puffing warm and hot agasint the slick skin of your lips. âPump you so full of my come youâll be leakinâ for a goddamn week.â
He shifts underneath you, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance just enough for it to push inside on the next grind of your hips.
The barely there fullness has you coming with a sharp cry, nails roughly dragging down Loganâs back hard enough to leave red welts that heal as you go.
The pain mixing with the pleasure of finally getting to feel the warm, wet suction of your pussy has Logan coming with a rough shout of your name. He throws his head back, hands tightening their grip on your hips enough to have your bones grinding together as he pumps you full of his come.Â
âLoganâŚâ you mewl, your pussy fluttering over the tip of his cock, greedy little clenches like you're trying to suck him the rest of the way in. Drunk on the way his release paints your insides, how you can feel each thick spray coating your walls to claim you in the rawest way.
Logan pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and smoldering as he watches you squirm in his lap.
"Youâre not tapping out on me already, are you?" he teases, his voice rough and gravelly. "I thought you were tougher than that."
A weak, breathy laugh escapes you, but itâs cut short when he applies just a little more pressure, making your thighs quiver. "Not tapping out," you manage between shallow breaths, your head falling back against the chair. "But youâreâfuckâyouâre insatiable."
Logan smirks, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of your throat, his teeth scraping just enough to send shivers coursing through you.
"When it comes to you, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, the heat of his breath fanning over your pulse point. "Fuckinâ always."
A lazily smile takes over your lips as you tighten your core and push, the rest of Loganâs come leaking out over his fingers. Logan groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder to try and ground himself.
His cock throbs where it sways heavily between his thighs, still hard and ready to go even after he just came. His hand slips down your body, thick fingers running through the creamy mess of come and slick to messily push it back inside you.
âFuckinâ shit, honey,â he groans lowly, pressing his thumb to your clit. âYouâre gonna kill me.âÂ
Before you can respond, he stands again, gently placing your trembling form back into the chair and dropping to his knees in front of you.
Your breath hitches, legs widening despite the way your pussy shakes with overstimulation, like you canât help but spread your legs for Logan anytime he wants.
Logan smirks up at you from between your legs, his lips already ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Look at you," he growls, voice low and filled with lust. "Still so needy."
The slick heat of his tongue runs along your folds, lapping at the mess he just made of you. You let out a sharp gasp, thighs trembling as your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him closer.
The sensation is overwhelmingâthe rough, demanding pace of his tongue as it swirls around your clit, teasing you, while his hands grip your thighs with bruising force. Keeping you exactly where he wants you, keeping you spread open for his tongue.
Your body arches off the chair with a loud cry, every nerve alight with raw pleasure as he feasts on you, his growls vibrating against your sensitive skin.
"Fuck! Logan," you moan breathlessly, head falling back as you try to keep up with the sensations he's pulling from you.
The heat that was pooling low in your belly reignites, stoked by the way his tongue flicks faster against your clit, each stroke sending you higher.
Logan doesnât let up, his tongue delving deeper, drinking in every moan, every shaky gasp as he drives you closer to the edge. He moans into your pussy, his own arousal clear in the way his hips buck into the air, seeking any kind of friction.
You tug on his hair harder, desperate for more, for release. "Logan, please," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.
"Attaâ girl," he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "So fuckinâ pretty like this. You gonna give me another one, baby? Gonna come for me again?"
Every lick, every rough squeeze to your thighs, every teasing stroke sends you spiraling closer to that edge youâre dying to reach again. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath hot against your soaked skin and driving you wild.
âLogan, Iââ You gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him closer, closer, closer. âIâm so closeââ
His eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, nose and jaw glistening in your juices.
"Give it to me," he growls, the rough rasp of his voice sending a shiver through your overheated body. "I wanna feel you come on my tongue."
Itâs all the encouragement you need. With a strangled cry, your body tenses, thighs quaking as the orgasm crashes over you.
Logan keeps his mouth on you, tongue working you through every pulse, drawing it out until youâre trembling and gasping, your body boneless in the chair.
When you finally come down, panting and spent, Logan pulls away. With one last kiss pressed over your clit, he makes his way up your body, not dropping eye contact as he settles over you.
His hand comes up to your face, thumbs meanly hooking into either side of your cheeks to gently force your mouth open. You part your lips willingly, the heat still radiating between you, a mix of lingering pleasure.
Logan leans in, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex surrounds you as he spits what he collected from between your legs back into your own mouth.Â
Your cheeks burn with shame, a broken moan ringing through the space between you. Your glassy eyes stare into Loganâs, his own gaze so intense and all consuming you fight the urge to squirm.
"Swallow," he commands, unwavering.Â
You hesitate for just a moment, caught off guard by the pure audacity, but the way his eyes darken with hunger makes your resolve crumble. With a breathless whimper, you obey, tasting the remnants of your own pleasure mingling with his, the act both humiliating and intensely arousing.
Logan watches you closely, his gaze never straying as you swallow, a dirty smirk creeping onto his lips. âThat's my girl,â he praises, his tone thick with satisfaction.
As the taste lingers on your tongue, you can feel the weight of Loganâs stare like a physical touch.
âThink you can handle another round?â he teases, his voice low and sultry. âI donât plan on letting you off that easy, kid. Not with all that mouthing off earlier.â
You catch your breath, shaking your head in exasperation. âYouâre relentless,â you whisper, a hint of laughter in your voice, though your body betrays you, already craving more.
âOnly for you, babyâ he replies, brushing the strands of hair plastered to your sweaty forehead behind your ear. âOnly for you.â
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SLYTHERINSLUT0âS KINKTOBER
october 28th. theodore nott. lorenzo berkshire â humiliation / degradation
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. | 2024.
summary: never let enzo berkshire find out about one of your kinks. unlessâŚ.
warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, halloween ghostface costumes, threesome, fwb!theo, bestfriend!enzo, reader is involved in a bet unbeknownst to her, mask kink, humiliation on high, degradation, fingering, denied orgasm, oral m!rec, PIV, dirty talk, manipulation.
"Black cat mask?"
You shake your head, barely sparing the thing a glance.
"Mm, no. Too unoriginal."
"Right," Enzo sucks his teeth, tossing the mask back into the bin you're both half-heartedly rifling through. "Orange cat, then? That's far more fitting for you anyways."
"Enzoâno cats, please," you mutter, running a hand through your hair, staring down at the disheveled heap of plastic. None of it catches your eye, none of it sparks anything. "It's Halloween. I want something...scarier."
"Of course. Only day of the year you get to pretend you're as terrifying as me." He croonsâhalf-laughing through the words. The tease itches in your mind, and you're halfway to some retort when he's already holding up another mask. "How about this one?"
You glance up, ready to dismiss whatever nonsense he's holding this time, but the sight of it stills the air in your lungs. A Ghostface mask. Stark white, hollow eyes staring back at youâit's grimace cast in a faded glow under tired shop lights. It's nothingâjust a mask, just a piece of cheap plastic in Enzoâs handâbut your heart skips, stumbles, clutches at your ribs, and you can't look away.
And there's no goddamn reason for it, no logicâbut you're already seeing it, aren't you? Your current fwbâTheo, standing over you; his face hidden, mask in place of those half-lidded eyes that youâve learned to read so well. And you knowâyou know the thought is fucking absurdâyet, it knots something in your stomach, spreading heat like a fuse just lit.
"You alright there?" Enzo's teasing pulls you out of your thoughts, and you realize he'd been staring at you that entire time. "You're looking a little...hot."
Hot. Right. Of course he'd noticeâof course your best friend would notice the way you went still, frozen in place as if someone struck you with Glacius. You're no good at lying to him, not even on a good dayâand right now, your mind is in shambles, already too far gone into the fantasy andâ
No. No more of this.
You tear away, fumbling for the edge of a cloak that suddenly seems like the most fascinating thing you've ever seen, your fingers tracing the fabric as if it can save you.
"It's...fineâit's nice," you blurt out, too quickly, too forced, the words tumbling over themselves. "Justâno, not really my thing."
But Enzo knows better. He can spot your lies from miles away. You hear him shift, the quiet rustle of the mask in his handsâand then, he's pulling it over his face, tilting his head just to spite you.
You don't have to look to know he's smirking behind it.
"Bullshit." He steps closer, casually closing the distance, but you know it's deliberate. "You're into this, aren't you?"
The warmth on your face feels like fire now, prickling heat across your skin. He shifts closer again, and for a moment you consider jinxing himâmind scattering into dark, unbidden placesâfilthy, wild things, flashing behind your eyes, too real. Enzo tilts his head the other way now, letting the mask catch the light, letting it grin.
"Should I get it?" He asks, as innocent as a serial killer. "For Nott, of course."
"No."
It scrapes out of your throat, barely audible, far too small to hold truth. Youâre sure he can read you right nowâall your depraved thoughts in the rasp of your voice, painfully transparent.
Thereâs a huff, a snort of sorts. "Are you sure? I think he'd love it."
Despite his insufferableness, heâs probably right. Theo has never shied away from indulging your kinks before. Thatâs what no strings is about. Maybe he would love it, you know you certainly wouldâgods how youâd love itâeven if youâd rather die before admitting it.
The cloakâyou focus on the deep purple velvet, the dark lace edging. "I'm sure. Put it back."
"You don't sound so sure." Gods, he's such an assholeâpoint only proved further as he takes another step closer. "Does this...does this turn you on?"
"EnzoâFor Godric's sake, stop." The humiliation is suffocating. This is just a glimpse at your future should you ever decide to disclose this information to him. Relentless and bloody insufferable. "Let's justâpick something and go. Please?"
A pause, then, and you don't dare look up. The mask slips from his face with another soft, satisfied humâyou don't need to see him to feel the damage done. He knows.
"Sure, angel," he says, trailing as he turns. "Whatever you want."
ââââ
"Mattâhave you seen Theo?"
"Uhânot since earlier." Mattheo replies without even looking up, his focus on pouring another dangerous looking drink rather than on you. "He's probably just out for a smoke."
Yeah. Right. Forsureâbecause his smoke breaks last all bloody day. Doubt twists your stomach, but you nod anyway, grabbing your own drinkâsomething bubbling, far too bright a green to be safe, but it burns down easy all the same. The room spins in a foggy haze, lights bleeding together over costumes, wizard and Muggle and something in betweenâand you struggle to tell who's who.
Theo had refused to tell you what he was dressing up asâclaimed he wanted it to be a surprise. Now, that surprise is nowhere to be found.
"What are you supposed to be?" You raise a brow at Mattheo's striped inmate costume. âYour future?"
Riddle's eye flash as he pretends to be offended for about two seconds until his gaze drops to your own costume and his tongue darts over his lips, taking it in. Beer-maid, tight bodice, shorter than preferred. It's not what you were going for, not in the slightest, but it's all Pansy had in her closet to save you after you and Enzo failed to find anything interesting at the shop the other day.
"Maybe. But you definitely aren't dressed as yours." His attention shifts back to the crowd, a failed attempt at hiding his grin. "Way too much fabric."
You scoff, but that's just how Mattheo isâalways a sly comment, always pushing. You roll your eyes and swat at him, but he sticks his tongue out at you and steps back, slipping off into the crowd with a final goodbye winkâand just as you lose track of him, Draco saddles up next to you, prattling on about something you don't care to listen to.
Great, thatâs two annoying Slytherins accounted for. Where the fuck is Theo?
Five seconds into pretending to be interested in whatever Malfoy is babbling on about, you give up, turning back to the drink table and skimming over the options when someone new brushes up behind youâ
"Enzo told me," the words barely register before you feel itâa hand settling low at your hip. "About your kink."
With lightening speed you twist your neck, glancing over your shoulderâonly to fucking gasp at what you find there. That mask. The mask. The Ghostface one from the shop; the one Enzo hasn't let you forget, hasn't stopped teasing you aboutâyou blink, your heart barrelling out of the room, fingers tightening around your cup until it hurtsâ
The mask tilts, just slightly. "Looks like he was right."
"Theoâ"
"Go." His voice is muffled, but sweet Merlinâthe sound of it makes your knees threaten to buckle right then and there. His hand slips lower, teasing against the ruffles of your dress. "Run, Bella. Let's play."
Your body locks up, muscles tense and poised on the edge of something feral. You can't look away. Can't think. Can't breathe. His fingers slip lower, lower, until you feel itâcold leather against the heat of your skin and your throat tightens, words dying dead on your tongue.
Run.
A slight lean, and the mask brushes your neck. "Now."
He steps back, a slow retreat, but it feels like he's tugging you with him. You spin to face him, smirking, your voice barely above a whisperâ
"And when you catch me?"
"Find out." His head tilts toward the door. It's your cue.
Your feet move before your mind even catches up, slipping through the rowdy crowd, darting through the half-drunk revelers in their costumesâeverything blurring into an afterthought as you push past the cobwebs, pumpkins, fake spiders, all the other Halloween decor filling the fogged ballroom. Your fingertips buzz from the adrenalineâpulse echoing in your ears as you dart down one hall after another, not quite sure where you're going, but knowing you need to keep moving.
Theo told you to runâso you run.
You sprint through the castle, the corridors empty save for your hurried footsteps and the scattered Halloween decorations lunging at you from the shadows. You round a corner, making for the dungeons. It's as good a place as any, right? Dark, quiet, somewhere to hide.
Few more minutes and you make it, lungs burning as you stumble into the dreary main hall. You realize the detention room is emptyâand it's perfect. You take two steps inside, already thinking you'll be able to catch your breath whenâ
You slam headlong into something solid.
Head swirling, your vision barely refocuses before you feel a grip on your wrists, pulling you forward with enough force to make you gasp. Everything happens so fast you don't have enough time to process what's occurring before you're forced to focus on the thing you're seeingâghostface. Staring down at you with those empty, gaping eyes. Unreadable.
It's then that you realize you're caught.
Something shifts behind the mask, an almost imperceptible movement of his head. You'd almost think you imagined it but given that there's nothing else to look at you know it's impossible. The silence is ballooning and you wonder if this is part of the game, if Theo is just savouring the moment, relishing in your reaction. The way you're trembling, your breath stuttering, the way you've gone stillâwaiting.
You swallow, throat drier than the Sahara, but something about this has you emboldened, the fact he's playing into your fantasy like thisâso you decide to tease him, breaking the silence with a soft, breathless laugh as you pull one of your hands free from his grip.
He wanted to play. It's your turn to act the part.
"Looks like you caught me...Mr. Ghostface..." you purrâthe silence sticks heavy, making the space between you feel thick, electric. All you can feel are his eyes devouring you. "And now...now that you've caught me...what are you gonna' do with me...hm?"
Godsâthe thrill of this is so real, one your certain is more addictive than any drug. An adrenaline rushânot knowing what he's thinking, what he's about to do. Not being able to read him like you normally could. It makes your thighs quakeâand thereâs half a second where you wonder how much Enzo would pay to see this, how much heâd fucking taunt you for it.
But just as quickly as it came, you shake that thoughtâfocused on Theo, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and sink to your knees, fingertips teasing from his chest to his abdomen, tilting your head to look up at him through your lashes.
"...please don't punish me." You giggleâand the debauched absurdity of it all makes you nearly choke. "I'll be so goodâI'll do anything, Theoâ"
You feel him huff, tense, and when your fingers graze the front of his pantsâjust barely touching his crotchâ his hand snaps down like a vice, gripping your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks.
And then, you hear it. "Salazar sakesâshitâ"
Your heart plummets. That voiceâit's like being thrown into ice-cold water. No, that's notâit can't beâ
"Enzo?"
Your voice cracks as you all but screech, your head whipping up so fast you feel dizzy. No, no, noâ
Enzo, who you previously thought was Theo, pulls the mask off and all but verbally confirms it. Your nightmare born to life. Spooling to fruition right in front of you. He smiles, lips curled into something thoroughly entertained, and gods, how his eyes glint with pure assholeryâyou could fucking kill him.
"Enzoâ" you stammer, horror flushing through you, burning through the mortification lodged in your throat. "Godsâwhat the fuckâ"
"Surprise," he breathes, like this is the most casual thing in the world to him.
You scramble back, knees scraping against cold stoneâmind spiralling in every direction at onceâshame collides with shock and it all burns under your skin, the kind of heat that never settles. You know Theo's voice. You could never mistake it. You know for a fact that was him back at the partyâ but this, this makes no sense.
"What...what the hell-" your voice stumbles like you're trying to outrun the words. "Why would youâwhat were youâ"
"Relax," he is all too fucking calm. "It was a prank."
"A prank?" You're still on the floor, and for some reason that makes everything worse. "You call that a prank? Aâa funny little joke?"
"That's usually the definitionâ"
"No." You hiss between clenched teeth, anger strangling any hope for composure. "What were you doing in here? Thisâ this isn'tâyou were trying to-"
"Trying to what?" He sounds so goddamn innocent but you know better. He's toying with you, making sure you know it. He's been your best friend since you were kids but you never said it was by choice. He steps closer. "I was trying to what, angel?"
Your blood boils, the heat spreading fastâpooling low in your core against all specks of your sanity. He's relishing this, drinking in your mortification like it's fine wineâand for some reason, it makes you weak.
"Youâ" words die with another one of his steps, the toes of his shoes brushing against your skin as he crouches down in front of you, elbows resting casually on his knees. You sit back, ass meeting cold stone. "Enzoâ"
"Yeah?" He cocks an eyebrow. "You just gonna' parrot my name all night? Maybe you're too embarrassed to speak?"
The constant mocking feels like ice and you want to slap that smug look right off his face but instead your fucking thighs tense. You have nothing to sayâcan only stare at him, lungs seizing further as you notice the smirk fading from his lips, something darker replacing itâ
"You didn't even know who was under that mask, and you were ready to suck me off," he's whispering, but he may as well be screaming. "You'd do anything for anyone with a mask, huh? I wish I knew about this kink of yours sooner."
He leans in closer, his knees pushing yours apartâyou and Enzo had never been strangers to toying the line of friendship one too many times while drunk, but thisâ
You blink. Staring at him. "You...you're enjoying this way too much."
"Guilty as charged." His smile spreads wider, cockier, his eyes dipping to your lips, then lower. You shiver involuntarily. "I know I should have stopped you sooner, but seeing you on your knees...in front of me...I just..."
He shakes his head before he slowly stands back upâand his eyes flicker to your chest, lingering on your fucking tits and not even trying to be subtle about it.
Then, thereâs a soundâthe sound of the door creaking open.
You barely hear it, the faint shuffle of footsteps, but it's enough to pull the grin from Enzo's face as he looks up. You're not sure your heart can handle anymore of thisâplummeting to the stone beneath you as Theo steps into the room, dressed just like Enzoâblack robes, black gloves, Ghostface mask.
"Nott." Enzo's voice is too casual, too easy. "Great timing, mate."
Theoâs silent as he takes in the scene. Youâstill on the floor, dress hitched up, legs spread. Enzo standing over you, smug, unbothered. Theo's presence fills the room as he shuts the door behind him and locks it, stoking your humiliation into something even hotter, something impossible to escape.
Theo's voice is flat, his tone too even. "Looks like you got caught."
Waitâ
"Youâ" your gaze jumps between them, a wild panic bubbling up inside you. You're so fucking confused. "What is this? You twoâ"
"Like I said, a prank." Enzo says as he steps toward Theo, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "A bet, really.â
Theo doesn't respond. He doesn't move. He doesn't look away from you.
"A bet?" You choke out, trying to piece everything together. "What bet?"
"Well, you see, angel," Enzo pushes away from Theo and slumps down into a chair just off to the side of you. You feel the dread rolling in like a storm. "I bet big Theo here you'd get so weak in the knees over the mask, you wouldn't even notice the switch. As usual, I was right."
Andddd, thereâs the dread. Yup. As expected whenever Enzo is fucking involved in anything.
"Oh, wowâ" you'd laugh if you weren't this utterly mortified by the entire situation. "You guys areâgods. Youâre going after a whole new high score in the prick olympics, aren't youâ"
"Oh, I don't know if you believe that, topolina...I think you're just being shy." Theo cuts through your rambling and you flinch at the sound of his voice. "It's clear this is a fantasy of yours."
Your head tilts up, eyes widening as they meet the empty, hollow eyes of the mask drawing closer.
"I bet you're just embarrassed," Theo's pressingâhe's fucking pressing and you donât think youâve breathed since he walked in. "Embarrassed that you got on your knees for your best friend...or maybe you're afraid I'd be mad." He pauses, and his gaze sweeps down over you. "Which, to that I'd have to say, I'm far from."
You swallow hard, your mouth dry. "You're...you're not mad?"
Perhaps you were afraid of thatâeven if you and Theo are unofficial in every aspect.
His answer is instant. "No."
He crouches in front of you, gloved fingers finding your chin, tipping your head up so he can look at youâ really look at you.
"In fact...I think you should let him watch..." his thumb ghosts over your lower lip, so soft, so slowâwithout thinking, your tongue flicks out, barely grazing the leather covered tip, and you hear the soft exhale he releases in response. "After all, this was his idea. He deserves some fun too, don't you think?"
Heat floods your cunt, your stomach tightening at the suggestion. You glance at Enzo, sitting back now with his mask onâlegs spread wide, leather hands clasped, calmâyou wanted to kill him five minutes ago, but nowâ
Oh godsâyou're really losing it.
"Yeah," you whisper, barely managing the word. "He probably does."
Theo's hand slides down to your thigh, leather fingers curling into the soft skin, pulling your legs open further.
"Mhm." He mutters. "You like being watched, don't you?"
Your breath catches, your pulse thundering in your ears as you nod, your eyes glued to Enzo. "Yes..."
"Say it." His fingers trail higher, teasing the soft skin beneath your dress, fingertips grazing closerâtoo closeâjust below the lace hem of your panties.
Salazar save you.
You bite your lip, and the air between you feels like it's thickening, growing too dense to breathe in. That fucking mask. You've fantasized over it. And now, there's two of them. Two sets of eyesâfaceless, emotionless, and watching you. It's like something out of your fucking dreams.
"IâI like being watched," you manage to whisper, voice breaking between building lust.
"Louder," Theo growls this time like he's pulling it from somewhere deep in his chestâit sends liquid heat spilling through you. "Louder, topolina. He can't hear you if you're whispering."
Your heart stutters in your chest, and Enzoâgods, Enzo is still watchingâstays silent, the mask concealing whatever reaction he might have, but his posture speaks volumes. Stillness, dark fabric of his trousers tight across his thighs, a coiled tension that radiates off him, permeates the space between you.
"Iâfuckâ" a breathless moan cracks through your words as Theo's leather-clad fingers slip under your panties, grazing your slick slit. "âlove it. I love being watched."
Theo hums, the sound vibrating low in his throat, and rewards you by pushing two fingers into your dripping heat. So slow, the pace of his strokes torturousâslick sounds of leather working you open filling the room, mingling with your quiet, shuddering breaths. His thumb brushes your clit, teasing over it until you moanâhard and shamelessâ
"So loud," Theo mocks, your spine arching into him as his fingers curl inside you. "Eager, filthy little thing. You love being on display, don't you?"
A whimper catches in your throat, your gaze still locked on Enzo, watching him watch you.
You're shaking. You're close. Too close.
Your voice cracks again, nothing more than a whisper caught in a moan. "Theo...fuckâ"
"You're so wet, bellissima," Theo breathes behind the mask. You're burning, every nerve sizzling. "You want to cum, don't you?"
You can't speak. Words don't exist anymore, only the pressureâonly the way Theo's fingers curl inside you, the way your thighs tremble and ache from holding yourself open, from being watched, from being this goddamn humiliated.
"Y-yes," you choke out, desperate. "Yes, please, Iâ"
"Ask him." Theo's cuts you off. "Ask Enzo to let you cum."
The room spins. The air thickens into something cloying.
Ask him. Ask Enzoâ
You swallow hard, your eyes darting between the two masks. Enzo is silent, still motionless, but he tilts his head slightly, the only indication that he's heard. That he's waiting.
"Please, Enzoâ" the humiliation is sickening but you force past it. Itâs a broken prayer, vulnerability in verbal form. "Please...let me cumâpleaseâ"
Time stretches. It feels like hours, an eternity where nothing exists but the weight of their hidden eyes on you, the way Enzo's fingers twitch, curl over the thick ridge at his crotch, leather knuckles tensing as if he's restraining himself from something primal. You're being devoured whole by this momentâby the unbearable tension, by Theo's fingers inside you, relentless in their assault, and godsâyou're going to die if they don't let youâ
"Yeah," Enzo finally murmurs, breaking the silence. Theo's gaze flickers to him, waiting. "Yeah, you can cum, angelâŚâ
But as he says it, he shakes his head, and Theoâthe absolute bastardâpulls his fingers out without a word.
"âŚjust not yet." Enzo finishes.
The sound that leaves your throat isn't even human, some guttural, helpless whine torn straight from your throbbing, empty cunt. Theo shushes you.
"You'll get to cum, Bella," he coos, standing up slowly. "It'll be soon."
They're toying with you, playing you like a goddamn puppet on strings and it's infuriating in its deliciousness. You've known these men for years, yet it's almost laughableâthe way they feel so foreign, so terrifyingly new.
"Oh, Enzo," you sigh, feeling your arousal cool, your body suddenly aware of the icy stone beneath you, of the wet heat slicking down your thighs. "I'm going to kill you tomorrow."
Enzo snorts. "You're welcome to try."
Theo exhales a half-chuckle, helping you off the floor and onto a desk, his hands firm on your thighs as he spreads you open like he's done a hundred times within the last few months.
A moment passes before he moves to loosen his belt and you realize just how close Enzo is nowâhis chair right beside the desk, his hand palming the bulge in his pants, shameless in his observation. The sight makes you fucking dizzy with filth. Surely, you've lost your mind. This is madness. Every line between friendship and lustâbetween restraint and indulgenceâhas blurred and bled into something you can't define, and the thrill of it is intoxicating.
"This is insane," you hiss, breathless, feeling the way Theo's gloves scrape over your skin, two thick digits dragging in your slick. "You're both fucking insane."
"Too much talking," Theo mutters, so infuriatingly calm, even as he drags the head of his dick over your folds, teasing your clit. "So much attitude for someone dripping down their thighs. You want to stop?" The silence stretches, your eyes locked on his, and you can feel the smirk behind the mask. He nods. "That's what I thought. Now shut up and let me fuck this wet cunt."
His hands grip either side of the desk, his body looming over youâthe scene from your fantasy you've envisioned a million times. Ghostfaceâdominant and roughâgods, you want it. So bad it fucking hurts.
Your head lolls to the side, eyes immediately finding Enzo's againâforgetting for half a second that he was even there. His jeans are unbuttoned now, his hand moving rhythmically beneath the denim, mask locked onto you with a single-minded focus that makes your breath stutter.
"Enz-ohhhâ" you go to say something to him, but then Theo pushes into youâno warning, no slow buildâjust a deep, unforgiving thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs, and your voice cracks on his name, the syllables lost in the moan that spills out of you.
"Shit." Enzo groans in response. "Did you justâ"
"She did," Theo snarls, his grip on your hips punishing as he slams into you again, harder this time. "The little slut just moaned your name."
There's cursing, from both of them, but it's all a blur in your ears, drowned out by the sound of Theo's hips slamming into yours, the fevered slap of skin on skin, the obscene sounds you can't help but makeâ
"Yeah, I noticed," Enzo mutters, and fuck, he sounds ruined, completely lost in the sight of youâhis best friend, getting fucked by his other best friend. "Fuck."
Theo's hand finds your jaw, forcing your head back to face him, Ghostface mask looming above you like a delicious nightmare.
"Who's fucking you?" His voice is caught somewhere between a snarl and a purr. "Is it Enzo?"
"N-noâ" you manage, trembling with every thrust.
"Of course it's not," Theo hisses, driving into you with punctual thrusts to make you feel him, making you cry out when he slams your cervix. "So why'd you moan his name? When it'sâfuckâmy cock inside you?"
"IâI didn't meanâ" you whimper, eyes squeezed shut, but there's no escape. Not from the relentless pace of Theo's dick, not from the way Enzo's eyes never leave you, burning into you like fire. You can't form words.
"Mmâdon't be shy now, topolina," Theo purrs, his voice thick with effort. His hips snap forward, and your back arches, a broken sound escaping you. "I think you just love having him in your mouthâhis name, hisâ"
"Fuck, Nott, shut up," Enzo cuts in, his head thrown back, chest tense. "I don't want to hear your voiceâ"
You can hear the strain, the way he's barely holding it togetherâ
"Look at him," Theo ignores Enzo's words. He lets go of your jaw. "He wants you. He's always wanted you."
Your eyes dart between them, head spinning, unable to form a coherent thoughtâTheo's fucking relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edgeâand every time you glance at Enzo, you see the way he's breaking, hand moving faster, chest rising and falling with ragged breathsâ
"I never knew you were such a voyeur, Nott," Enzo spits, trying to sound casual. "Never took you for being such a filthy bastard."
"What can I say?" Theo groans in response, propping your legs up over his shoulders to drive into you deeper. "Just discovered a new interest, you should try it sometime."
They're still bantering, like this is some kind of fucked-up competition, like you're not about to shatter into a million fucking pieces while your best friend watchesâafter he got you here and humiliated you with a fucking betâgods, you'd laugh if you weren't so utterly lost to the pleasure ripping through you.
"And watch you get off on it?" Enzo spits back, voice rough. "I'llâ"
Theo snorts, cutting him off. "I think there's more than one person getting off onâ"
"Shut the-fffuck upâplease-" you manage to moan, the words barely intelligible. You look to Enzo, eyes wide and pleading. "Enz...come here."
"Yeah...?" Enzo breathes out, his voice catching, tipping his head back forward to look at you. âWhat?â
"Come here," you moan again, trembling, fraying under the pleasure that's building inside you from Theoâs insistent dick. "Let me help you."
For a moment, he hesitates, and you canât tell what heâs thinking because the goddamn mask hides everything. He's always been the calm one between youâalways stopping your drunk kisses, always refraining from taking things too far. But tonight, thereâs no more of that calm left in himâ
He stands.
Each step he takes feels like a lifetime, but when he's standing next to your head on the desk, towering above where you're laid out like a feast, you don't know whether it's the mask or the situation itself that has your pulse racing. Erotic and terrifying, the not-knowingâa power exchange in its purest form. Theo growls infront of you, his thrusts growing harder, more vicious, as you reach out to pull Enzo's hips closer.
You're already eyeing the throbbing bulge in his jeans, your mouth practically watering as you stare.
"Go on," you rasp, lips parting as you look up through your lashes. "Take it out."
The breath Enzo sucks in is sharp, a hitch in the darkness. His fingers tremble, just barely, as he pushes his pants down his thighs, and the noise that escapes him when his cock slips out and smacks his stomachâlow, strangledâmakes you moan and clench in responseâhe's huge.
Your breath catches, a soft exhale of, "oh, fuck."
And the words are barely out of your mouth before both Theo and Enzo respondâlow growls and breathless groans that echo in the shadowed room, vibrating through you like electricity.
"Open your pretty mouth," Enzo whispers and you obey without hesitation, tongue slipping out, wanting, eager. His breath shudders, and you wish you could see his eyes. "Good girl."
And then he's pushing into you, sliding hot and thick over your tongue, and at that exact moment, Theo thrusts harder, deeper, and suddenly you're overwhelmedâboth of them inside you, filling you, consuming every breath. Moans ripple through the dungeon air, a chorus of sin, and you shake with the sheer intensity of it all.
Theo's thumb finds your clit, starts swirling over it, and you keenâeyes rolling back in your head, Enzoâs leather hands in your hair to hold you still. Tears stream down your face as you gag, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, but neither of them stopâif anything, they're both lost in it, in the wrecked, messy beauty of it all. Your hands claw at the desk, desperate for something to hold on to as the pleasure builds, tightens, spirals out of control.
Time collapses. It's been momentsâit's been hours.
And then it happensâall three of you tipping over the edge at once, crashing into a release so fierce it shatters you. Your climax rips through you, violent, leaving you shaking, milking Theo until he's spentâuntil he's pouring his cum deep inside your cunt at the same time Enzo groans deep and spills his own over your tongue. A moment passes, and then Theo is the first to pull away, panting, tearing off his mask and dropping into the chair beside the desk, and Enzo follows, tugging his jeans back up before slumping into another chair, mask still onâ
Both of them are sprawled there, utterly spent, just as wrecked as you.
And then, after a few long, tense moments, you hear itâthe clink of Galleons exchanged. You don't even need to look up for it to register. Theo tosses the coins into Enzoâs greedy palm because he was the true fucking winner here. The sound cuts through the stillness, and with it, that smug, unmistakable sneer in Enzo's voice.
"Told you she'd love it."
Asshole.
You roll your eyes. Your limbs feel like they're moving through molasses as you stand, your hands mechanically fixing your costume, adjusting the fabric against your thighs.
"You know, Enzo, if you wanted to watch Theo fuck me that bad, all you had to do was ask."
"What can I say," he shrugs, lazy, like he's discussing the weather. "I enjoy a bit of gambling."
Theo snorts, adjusting his collar, as if none of this fazes him. His eyes flick from you to Enzo. "Next time you'll be paying me."
"Next time?" You cock an eyebrow. "How generous of you."
"There will be a next time," Enzo says, flipping one of the Galleons between his fingers, that same smirk playing on his lips. "And I'll get my turn."
Your pulse quickens at the sheer arrogance of it, the way he says it like it's not even up for debate. You hate how much you like this side of him.
"Maybe next time you should."
They nod, both of them wearing their smirks like crowns. "Until next time, then."
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PAIRING: horny!jake x succubus!reader (f)
SUMMARY: jake has always been an hyper sexual type boy, always seeking relief in the depth of night. but his hand isn't as satisfying anymore and neither are his toys, and in his moment of desperation, you appear like a gift sent from heaven (or hell).
WARNINGS: kinktober. succubus (a sexual demon), masturbating, pillow humping, riding, overstimulation, messy blow job, jake is kinda sub, doggy, missionary, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, dirty talking, manhandling, (idk if thereâs a slight cnc?), slight choke kink, jake whines and whimpers (we like), cum eating, oral (m receiving), pussy licking, pet names (jakey, baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 20th October 2024
WC: 2.9k
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a/n: i literally have 8 drafts for kinktober but iâm not sure iâll be able to finish them all (sorry). i donât even really like how this one came out but i thought i owned yâall some new fics since iâve been ia for a while. please REBLOG to spread bcs only likes donât take authors so far. thank you đŠˇ
Jake was resting on his bed, or so he tried to. His back was against the mattress, the only light illuminating the room was the one of the moon, entering from the window as if to peek to his desperation.
Fact was, he had been a painful hard on the whole day and fate wanted that he couldnât seem to make himself come.
It was true when they said that as you overdo something, you grow tired of it, because his hand had stopped working a couple of weeks before, which led him to the sex shop downtown to purchase a couple of toys.
And they worked, for the following couple of days until the empty feeling after jerking off hadnât come back.
âUghâŚâ He muttered to himself, he was desperate at this point.
His entire body felt hot with arousal, the air around him getting stuffy. It was a wonder how his hand hadnât fallen off from all the wanking he had done in the past week.
Jake was left with a raging bulge making fun of him through the fabric of his sweats, his cock so hard it was even painful to exist.
He grabbed his phone from off to the side, opening up the internet in hopes of finding something to satisfy his needs. He began scrolling on a pornography site, a small sigh escaping from his mouth as he quickly found something he liked.
It was a rather soft porn, just a ��morning sexâ one, he skipped all the intro until it got to the good part.
Jake slowly pulled down his sweats, just enough to free his cock from the restraints of the clothing.
He hadnât even worn his boxers to bed, feeling suffocated.
He raised the volume of the video, holding his phone with one hand while he started to touch himself with the other.
He was sensitive, slowly pumping his shaft up and down. As the moans of the video got louder and the boy fucked the girl harder into the mattress, he too tried to fast his paceâ and nothing.
Jake continued his search, even going to the hidden pictures of his galleries where he kept screenshots of his favourite porns of all times.
Nothing seemed to work on him, nothing brought him enough pleasure to get him off.
Jake groaned loudly and threw his phone on the mattress, far away from him.
He stared at his cock as if it had personally offended him, it stood proud and angry red in front of him.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.
If hand didnât work, and neither did the kinky toys he got, heâd have to try the traditional way of fucking a pillow.
He grabbed the pillow from behind his head and turned around, his chest now pressed onto the mattress.
Jake rested his head on the other, smaller pillow while he raised his backside, enough to make a makeshift hole of the pillow.
He inserted his aching cock and thrusted his hips, slowly. The fabric of the pillow touching his length made him moan softly. He tried to imagine someone being under him, someone letting him rut his cock inside of them.
Just as he focused on the small pleasure he got, a giggle made his eyes widen in surprise.
Peeking from behind his shoulder, he noticed a red figure.
âWhatââ Jake turned around, covering his dignity with the pillow (as if he wasnât just grinding on it). There was no way someone had entered his bedroom, or his house in general. He remembered he had locked all the doors before going to bed, so how did you get inside?
You stood in front of the bed, looking at him with a wide smile on your face. Your skin was reddish, and you had small horns on your head, as well as a tail moving left and right, as if you were amused by the scene you had just witnessed.
âHey,â You purred, waving your hand at him âHaving fun there?â
âWho are you?â He asked, moving into a sitting position âOr⌠what are you?â
Your body was barely covered by a brown top and a pair shorts of the same colour, making your curves and body perfectly visible.
Lord, if you werenât such an arousing sight. Had he been in the right mind, and not clouded by lust, he wouldâve realised you were a succubus.
A demon that got its power from having sex with desperate men in the middle of the night, taking strength by their semen. Your body was meant to make him horny.
âDonât worry about it...â You raised a brow, as if to ask, him for his name.
Jake understood and cleared his throat âJake.â
You smiled happily âJake, what a pretty name for a pretty boy!â You exclaimed.
âI am Y/N.â You introduced yourself, placing a hand on your chest, clearly making his attention go to your tits.
He nodded in reply, his eyes ranking over your figure warily âSo.. what are you?â
You just rolled your eyes. âIt doesnât matter, Iâm here to help you.â You bit your bottom lip âDonât hide from me.â
Jake glanced down at where the pillow was hiding his lower body and let out a shaky breath.
He debated whether to listen to you or try and get some more answers out of youâ but you were so willingly giving your help to him, he couldnât just refuse you. Not after he had waited for this moment so long.
Cautiously, he removed the pillow, showing his cock that sprang free.
Your eyes widened and your mouth watered. âArenât you huge?â You complimented, loving the way it throbbed at your comment.
Just the sight of your perfect body made some precum leak from the tip, and you knew he mustâve been so pent up he was suffering.
âYou donât have a pussy to bury your pretty cock in?â You purred, slowly crawling on the bed.
âN-no.â Jake replied.
âItâs okay,â You stated, slowly pumping his shaft âYou can use mine.â
Just your mere touch made his mind grow foggy, your pretty palm wrapped around his length.
He moaned softly as you spat on it, using your saliva to lubricate the skin.
Jakeâs eyes fluttered shut, it just felt so good to finally be touched by something that wasnât his own hand, and he whimpered when your mouth wrapped around him.
It was so warm and it felt so good, the way you slowly moved up and down, bobbing your head to pleasure him.
Without even him realising, his hand had moved to your hair, grasping your locks as he thrusted upwards.
In a way, you liked how desperate he was. Your power was lowering the past few days and he was just what you neededâ a horny college student in desperate need of filling some nice pussy.
Oh, if only he knew your true intentions.
His hips began to move as he held you still, fucking your mouth like you were a flesh light. Though you felt even better.
You gagged around his length and the sound only fuelled his contorted desires. âMhâ fuck.â He moaned, his hips snapping back and forth âSo good,â Jake breathed out âSo fucking good.â
You decided to hollow your cheeks and let him use you, one of your hands moving inside your panties to lazily circle your clit. You were already dripping wet, while he was leaking precum inside your mouth, filling your taste buds with a bittersweet taste.
âIâm so close, Mâgonnaâ Oh!â He groaned loudly as he shot his thick load down your throat, his cock pulsating inside your mouth as he pushed your head down further. You palmed his balls, just adding to the overwhelming pleasure he felt.
You could almost feel him whole down your throat, you frowned as you tried your best not to gag around it.
After a couple of seconds, he let you go, his breath heavy as he tried to regain strength.
You pulled away and licked your lips, loving the sweet taste of his cum.
And as you looked down, you noticed he was already hard. You widened your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips.
But Jake wasnât as lust-high as he had been when you found him humping his night pillow, and he sat up properly.
With one swift movement he grabbed your throat, making sure not to squeeze it too tight and he pressed his plump lips on yours.
As surprised as you were, you quickly recovered and reciprocated the kiss, teeth crashing and tongues swiping one on the other.
His free hand snuck between your thighs, feeling your wetness, making him swallow your moan.
âSo wet for me, mh?â Jake murmured on your lips, helping you out of your tight shorts âLet me give you back your favours.â
You felt his finger press against your entrance but you stopped him. You certainly didnât need any prepping, the only thing you needed was him shooting his cum deep inside of you.
But that, he didnât need to know, so you just whined âNeed you inside of me Jakey, please.â
âYeah?â He retrieved his hand, manhandling you into the mattress. He crashed your head on the pillow - yes, the one he was fucking just a few minutes before - and held your ass up.
It was cute how he thought he was in charge, but you didnât mind being dominated, so you let him be.
He opened your asscheeks with his slender fingers and licked a long stripe out of your folds, making you moan.
âHurry,â You pressed your backside further into his face, making Jake slap your asscheek.
Had your skin not been already red, his slap wouldâve left an angry mark. But you liked it, so you pressed your ass against him again.
Jake groaned, slapping the same asscheek that left a burning sensation cursing through your body.
He moved up, quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. âWant a condom?â You almost laughed at his question, reaching a hand to pull him close, you hissed âGive it to me raw.â
He felt himself grow even harder at your dirty talk, he pumped his shaft and pressed it against your clit, gathering all your sweet juices.
You hummed softly at the teasing, needing him to be inside of you, that thick cock to press against your cervix and making you see the heaven you werenât allowed in.
With one quick thrust, Jake slammed all of himself inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.
It was true that you didnât need any prepping, having done this for a living - literally - but you felt him whole, âSâdeep.â You sighed.
Jake moaned at how your walls hugged him, squeezing any drop of precum, swallowing his full length.
He pulled out just to slam back inside, gripping your asscheeks. âFuck,â He breathed out, his pace already quickening as he tried to chase both of your highs.
âYou like it deep, baby?â He asked, âYou like it feeling me so deep inside of ya?â
You nodded, reaching your hand behind to touch him, but Jake got ahold of your wrists and held both of them behind your back.
The position wouldâve been uncomfortable if you werenât so aroused, itâd been a while since you were fucked hard and Jake seemed like the best victim you had in ages.
âPussy so good,â He grunted, eyes squeezing as he felt himself near the edge âSo fucking perfect, baby.â
You tried to peek at him from behind your shoulder, and Jake noticed. He gave you a sly wink and let go of your wrists, pulling out of you to turn you around.
Your back was now on the mattress, the human spread your legs wide as he aligned with your entrance once again.
He positioned your legs on his shoulders and quickly got inside again, as if he were addicted to being in you, his balls slapped against your ass.
âBetter, ainât it?â You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you to kiss his lips âI get to see your pretty face as I fill you up with my cum.â The angle you were bent was awkward but you didnât really care.
The thought made you clench around him and Jake groaned in your mouth, his cock rutting fast and deep.
The squelching sound of skin slapping filled the room, for once Jake was glad of owning a house and not an apartment, or the neighbours wouldâve had already come to complain.
He held your throat with his veiny hands, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you light-headed.
âJakey,â You breathed out, mouth agape âWant your cum, give it to me.â
Your words only fuelled his desire, he sped his movements - if it was even possible - his face contorted in pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.
âYes, yes, Mâgonna give it to you, baby,â He chanted out, his cock throbbing âFuckâ Iâm gonna fill you up so good.â
He rested his forehead against your shoulder and squeezed your clothed breast, kneading at the soft flesh.
His movements became sloppy until with one last, deep thrust he came deep inside of you.
âYes!â You breathed out, as his cum flooded inside of you, you could feel yourself growing stronger, your powers returning.
Jakeâs movements grew slower until they stopped, his laboured breath tickled your skin.
He was tired, strangely so, he pulled out of you and laid beside you âShit, this was the best thing that has ever happened to me.â
His eyes closed as exhaustion washed over him, but you werenât done.
Oh, you were far from done.
First, you hadnât come yet and second, you needed more of his semen.
You climbed on top of him, smiling at his fucked up state. He looked so pretty with messy hair, swollen lips and red cheeks.
Jake slowly opened his eyes, widening them a little as he took you in âY/N? What are youâ Fuck.â
He groaned loudly as you fisted his softened cock, wanting him to get hard again so you could ride him.
âS-stop.â He gripped your hand but you were stronger than him now, shoving it away âShh, Iâll make you feel good, pinky promise.â
You chuckled within yourself, slowly grinding your wet pussy on his hardening length.
Jake sighed, his hands lazily holding your hips âYou need to cum, baby?â
You hummed, your fingers grazing his happy trail âMh⌠yes, will you make me?â
Jake nodded, his eyes half lidded âI can use my tongue, no need toâŚâ He grunted as you lifted yourself and held his dick up, slowly lowering on him.
As you bottomed out, you moaned, the shadow of his bulge peeking through your stomach.
You threw your head back, his cock sliding in and out easily thanks to your wetness and his previous orgasm still lingering inside of you.
âM-too sensitive baby, pleaseâŚâ You chuckled, âYou can take another one.â
His brows furrowed as you alternated between moving up and down and grinding him, his nails digging in the skin of your hips.
âSo? Can you take another one, mh?â Jake sighed, nodding his head weakly âY-yes.â
âAttaâ boy.â You exclaimed, rewarding him by riding him faster.
Jake felt all of your movements, the overwhelming sensation making his body rock with tremors âCanât⌠canât.â
âNo, you can.â You grasped his shoulders and moved your hips almost frantically, your clit brushing against his skin.
His body tensed, his feet flexing and relaxing, âFuck⌠Iâm gonna cum again.â
You bit your bottom lip, feeling your climax reach as well âMh⌠give it all to me, Jakey.â
His hands moved to your breasts as he squeezed them to the point of pain, you clenched around him and he snapped.
His cum shot inside of you, his cock throbbing painfully as he came for the third time of the night.
He whimpered when you didnât stop, trying to move you away but you didnât, you just kept moving until you saw white as well.
Your legs trembled as you reached your euphoria, while Jakeâs body collapsed whole on the bed.
His eyes slowly closed, too tired to even stay awake. He slowly succumbed to sleeping.
You smiled victoriously, feeling your powers raise even more. Standing up, you let the remaining of his semen drop out of you and stretched.
Sighing contentedly, you reached for your discarded shorts and put them back on.
âIâm feeling so refreshed!â You smiled happily, but as you turned around you saw Jakeâs slumped figure on the mattress.
Feeling pitiful, since he seemed so vulnerable, you covered his naked body with the blanket. Smiling at his face, you noticed he really was a pretty guy.
You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, moving some hair out of his sticky forehead.
âSee you soon, Jakey.â You smirked and disappeared, with the intention of coming back to him whenever you felt weak. Which, maybe wouldâve happened more often.
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Eddie likes his walk home from work. He makes his way through the grove along the small river. It clears his head and lets him relax. When he reaches one of the many little bridges he has to cross he suddenly stops in his tracks. Someone is standing up to hip in the middle of the small river. You couldn't pay Eddie to dive into the silt but also it's the end of October?? Part curious, part worried Eddie steps closer.
The guy in the water is still completely dressed in what looks like slack and a by now very see through button down. His hair is dripping and his entire body is shivering. That doesn't stop him though from diving back into the water only to resurface an impressive amount of time late, looking frustrated and cursing quietly.
"Can I help you, man?" Eddie calls out to him and the guy spins around. Even in the dim evening light Eddie can make out the most beautiful hazel eyes.
"I'm getting a divorce," the guy calls back, like it explains anything.
"So you're what? Drowning yourself?"
"I'm not drowning myself," the guy snaps, "I can't find the fucking key."
"The key?" Eddie asks, confused before it hits him. The small bridge he is standing on is aching under the weight of all the padlocks chained to it by newly-weds who watched one too many travel documentaries about Paris and think this is the Pont des Arts. Well,
Eddie can admit that it's kinda cut to buy a padlock, engrave your initials on it, lock it and throw the key into the river, but it's also kinda cheesy and stupid if your marriage doesn't last. Case in point. The guy looks like he is about to dive in again, which is even more stupid there is no way he is going to find a key, let alone the right one.
"I can help you," Eddie blurts and the guy just glares up at him.
"You gonna come dive with me?"
"No, but I can....," Eddie hesitates and bites his lip, "I can pick your lock."
It's not something to just reveal to strangers. Especially with his aesthetic Eddie knows what it looks like. Eddie learned how to lock-pick at the tender age of eight though, when he wanted to become a magician and then he tried to pick locks just to see if he could. The guy in the water thankfully doesn't point and scream criminal!! He just gives Eddie a considering look.
"Alright," he says and gets out of the water. His wet clothes cling tightly to his body and for a second Eddie forgets how to speak because holy shit divorce dude is ripped. He shakes himself out of his stare but he is pretty sure hot guy noticed if his amused smile is anything to go by.
"So, which one is it?" Eddie asks and the guy points at a cheap, golden padlock that has SH + TH engraved on it. Not even a heart, just the letters.
"Think you can open it?" the guy asks and wraps his arms around his body.
Eddie takes a closer look. The lock is, shit he is gonna crack that baby open in no time.
"Yeah, for sure, this is quite a cheap look, so easy work," he says and takes out a hair pin before he gets to work.
"Figures he'd get a cheap lock," the guy mutters before his teeth start chattering. Without really thinking about it Eddie takes off his leather jacket and hands it to the guy.
"So you don't die of hypothermia before you can get your alimony," Eddie says and goes back to picking the lock. The guy looks very greatful and quickly slides the jacket on. Eddie very pointedly does not look because he know the sight will only distract him further. "If you get alimony."
"Oh, I will," the guy says and pulls Eddie's jacket tighter around himself. "The fucker cheated on me."
"Is he stupid?" Eddie gawks because holy shit how do you cheat on a guy like this? It makes the guy laugh and once again how the fuck do you cheat on him?? Just for that sound alone Eddie would recite vows and he never really saw himself as a marriage person.
"Yeah, he is pretty fucking stupid," the guy snorts and watches as Eddie's nimble finger work on the lock. After a very short time Eddie can feel the last bolt of the lock give way.
"So, are you SH or TH," he asks as he twists his hair pin one more time.
"SH," SH says with a soft smile. "Steve."
"Eddie," Eddie says and finally opens the lock.
"Holy shit, you did it," Steve gapes.
Promised you," Eddie grins and hands the lock over. "And I do keep my promises, sweetheart."
It feels almost symbolic that Eddie was the one to open their 'wed-lock' when he takes Steve home later that night. When they get married they don't engrave a lock. Instead, Eddie carves their names into a young tree. So their love can grow with it. They still like to pass the tree when they are old and grey, and run their wrinkly fingers over their initials, framed by a heart.
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#way too not in the mood to go to sleep but I'm too despondent to put on shoes and a jacket and go out somewhere with people#so I will lie on the floor having just finished Arcane and think about the fact that I might finally make more soup tomorrow#I need the solid food. I stocked up on easy food a while back and I've been working through it#but I want somethings more substantial.#but soup is best heated and it gets hot during the day which makes soup not that great to eat#so what tf do I cook now that's easy I can make in bulk and won't cook me on the inside#taking recommendations because I'm gonna run a half marathon in October and I really need a solid food plan#because you can't train well without eating a lot of food and I don't know what tf to cook now#tag talk
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october 15th | spencer reid x fem!reader
contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, mirror sex, slight praise kink vaginal sex, p in v from behind.
word count: 700+
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spencer's body pressed into yours, a wall of warmth and strength, as his legs tangled with yours. the feeling of his bare chest against your back sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, a thrilling reminder of his presence. his breath was hot in your ear, a gentle contrast to the coolness of the air, as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your neck. your eyes locked with your reflection in the full-length mirror, watching the scene unfold as if you were a spectator in a silent film.
his hand traced a path down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, as he murmured, "you're so beautiful." the words were simple, but the sincerity in his voice made them resonate deep within you, causing your heart to flutter. you felt the heat of his gaze as he took in the sight of your naked form, his eyes speaking of admiration and desire. you blushed under his scrutiny, the intensity of his stare making you feel both vulnerable and powerful.
his hand reached the curve of your hip, his fingers digging gently into your flesh as he began to move inside of you, setting a rhythm that mirrored the racing of your heart. your eyes never left the mirror, watching the mesmerizing play of your bodies coming together in perfect harmony. you could see the tension building in his jaw, the way his muscles flexed with every thrust, and the raw passion etched across his features. it was a heady sight, one that had you arching your back and pushing against him, eager to feel every inch of him.
you felt his teeth graze your earlobe as he whispered, "tell me what you want, tell me how it feels." your breath hitched, and you murmured, "spencer," his name slipping out like a desperate plea. his grip tightened on your hip, his movements becoming more urgent, as if the sound of your voice was the catalyst he needed to unleash his own desires.
his other hand slid around your waist to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure shooting through you, making your legs tremble and your pussy clench around him. you leaned back into him, letting your head fall against his shoulder, exposing the graceful curve of your neck to his hungry mouth.
his kisses grew more fervent, teeth grazing your sensitive skin, making you gasp and arch your neck further, giving him better access. his hips ground against yours, his cock sliding in and out in a delicious rhythm that had you panting and squirming. the mirror showed the flush of arousal spreading across your chest, your hard nipples peaked and begging for attention.
his hand slid lower, his fingertips grazing the wetness that coated your inner thigh before finding your clit, the center of your pleasure. a soft cry left your lips as he began to rub it in circles, his touch feather-light at first, then growing firmer with every beat of your racing heart. the sight of his hand between your legs, the way your body responded to his touch, was almost too much to handle.
spencer's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling against your back as he watched the show in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire. he could see every expression that flitted across your face, every twitch of your body as he brought you closer to the edge. "look at us," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "look how good we are together."
you nodded, unable to form coherent words as his skilled fingers worked their magic on your clit. your eyes locked with yours in the reflection, the haze of passion making them look almost otherworldly. your cheeks were flushed, your hair a wild mess around your face, and your lips swollen from his earlier kisses. it was a side of yourself you rarely saw, raw and uninhibited, and it only served to make you feel even more alive.
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A Horny Hostage
Lalisa Manoban (Lisa) x Male Reader
Kinkvember Chapter 1
Main kinks: kidnapping, golden shower, interracial (BWC), car sex
Word count: 3239.
New York City, United States, October 15th, 2024
What a day it has been for Lisa. Never in her wildest dreams when she started her idol career, she thought she would become a Victoria's Secret angel. She was as happy as ever.
"Come here, let's take some pictures," a photographer oriented her, bringing Lisa close to a van with its right side door open, where you took some pics of her, with her liking the best the one where she flaunts her cute ass.
"Good, let's take some more pics," you say to her after she looks at the ones captured in your camera and approves them. However, all that was just a trap to lure the (not so) innocent Thai girl into your plan.
A pair of masked dudes emerges from the side and shoves Lisa inside the van; you follow them, getting yourself on the backseat of the van while your two partners drive it away from the show. The newly crowned Victoria's Secret Angel is now just a hostage.
Lisa panics a bit; she screams for help at first, but no help is about to come. "So, let's blackmail her billionaire boyfriend into dropping some good money for the new woman we got with us," you say to your partners in crime. Despite the crowded traffic of New York City, your van quickly passes through Brooklyn, then Queens, and soon reaches the wilderness of Long Island.
Lisa is tied up, but you slowly calm her down. "We are going to free you in exchange for some favors," you tell her. "What kind of favors?" she asks. "You'll find out soon," it's all you can say for now.
You untie Lisa and start touching her body parts. Her long legs, her dark hair, and then hovers your hands around her pussy. "Careful, boy, you're looking for something that you can't handle," Lisa says to you. But you quickly shut her down. "I'm pretty sure I can handle you fairly easily; if your ugly ass boyfriend can do that and all he's got is money, I can do it too," you tell her.
"So you think you can handle this?" Lisa says, flaunting her ass for you. That arrogant brat is starting to get on your nerves. You then play with the dark wings from her outfit, which were stored inside the fan as well. "Fallen angel, I want to see you turning into a wild devil," you tell her. "If you say so, then I'll show you something," Lisa says.
"Then show me what kind of badass you are," you tell her, reaching with your hands to touch her pussy. "You have a nice pussy out there, you tell her, taking off the bottom parties of her outfit and leaving just her panties on. "Those bare legs are so sexy," you say, running your hands over them. "Take it off; I want to see you with just a bra and panties, the way I bet your boyfriend does every day," you tell Lisa, who obliges and takes the piece of fabric covering her bra.
"You really like to flaunt how much of a hottie you are since leaving idol life," you say to Lisa. "Well, if you let me, I'll do it even more," Lisa says, reaching towards your crotch and noticing your cock is already throbbing for her and ready to burst off those pants. But you slow her down, grabbing her neck and kissing her. "You're a bad bitch, aren't you?" you ask her.
"You're hot as fuck; now come suck my cock," you tell Lisa, unzipping your pants and showing off that big white cock to her. "Bet it's much bigger than your boyfriend's," you tell her. Lisa strokes it, then bends over to get a taste of your cock, allowing you to see her great ass from above as her sexy mouth gets it wet.
"Hmmmm, it tastes so good," Lisa says. "Fuck yeah, it does," you reply, letting her take the initiative and blow that pipe off while you caress her ass. You push your balls closer to her mouth, challenging her as she deepthroats you. But you quickly put a halt to her fun, pulling her top down and sucking her little tits.
"Hmmm, you like my cute little boobies," Lalisa says to you. "Yes, they are cute, but your mouth full of my cock is hotter," you say, dunking her head against your massive shaft and making her take it. "Fuck, that booty is so hot; I didn't know Asian girls could be so thicc at the bottom," you compliment her ass. "Well, it's definitely good; I bet you want to put that big fat cock in it later," she says.
"Give those fucking balls some love too," you tell Lisa, letting her lick it. But what she likes the most about sucking cock is the ability to deepthroat it, so Lisa just gets back up and takes your whole shaft in her mouth shortly after.
"Ohhhh shit, you suck my cock so good," you say to Lisa. "It's because it's so big and perfect for my little mouth," she answers as you just let her take it and give her butt a little spanking. "Now I want you to lick it like ice cream," you say to Lisa.
Lisa obliges and licks that shaft like the good whore she is. "Perfect, keep licking it and look at me when you do it," you tell her as she giggles. "Come on, show me you're a bad bitch; it's just you and me in the back seat of this car," you continue.
You pull Lisa's panties down, giving her sexy ass a few spankings. "Get them all the way down; I'll keep them as a souvernir," you say to her. "Now get on the floor and spread those legs," you give her another command.
You reach your hands and start toying with Lisa's fuckholes. Her pussy gets some fingering while your thumb goes straight into her butthole. You enjoy watching her moans just get muffled by your massive cock stretching her mouth.
"Perfect cocksucker, let me reward you for that," you say to her. "OUCH FUCK YES," Lisa screams as you start repeatedly hitting her ass hard. "Good girl," you say after, patting her head too and pushing it deeper down your shaft.
"You want that dick in your Thai pussy?" you ask Lisa. "Of course I do," she answers. "Then let's go for a ride," you say. "Bro, she is indeed the bad bitch you claimed; I'm jealous," the guy driving the van says, sliding the window down to check it a bit.
"Let's go, baby," Lisa says as she gets your cock wet with a few more suckings. You take her top off and then finally manage to grab her panties as a souvenir like you wanted, pulling it down once again and this time for good. Lisa is now butt naked as she prepares to sit her cunt on your cock.
"OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Lisa gets surprised by the size of your big white manhood in her pussy. Even her boyfriend's can't match. As a big white cock whore, she's truly having the time of her life. You make sure to use your hands to reach and push your shaft as deep as you can in her cunt. "OH MY GODDDD, UHHHHH," she moans as your tip is already reaching her cervix, the 10 inches of your massive pale pole stratching her out and bulging under Lalisa's long torso.
Lisa tries to bounce on your big cock, but her fun is short-lived. As soon as you get fully inside her, you start pumping it upwards. "UHHHH, UHHHHH," she says, getting caught off guard by your thrusts. "OH FUCK ME," she moans as you grab her butt and take full control of her body, your hips clapping fast against her cheeks as you destroy her cunt.
"UHHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH," Lisa keeps moaning as your cock attacks her pussy relentlessly, her body swinging as the car makes a sharp turn. "OHHHHHH MY GODDDD, JUST LIKE THAT, YEAHHHH," she screams with no fear of getting heard by anyone besides your crew. She clings to any support she can find in the van, as you only increase the pace of your pumps.
You thurst so hard against Lisa's Thai pussy that her pink anus is already winking. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, USE ME," Lisa begs. And indeed, you won't stop, moving Lisa's body to the side and keep pumping her pussy hard, treating her like the fucktoy her boyfriend had too much respect for to use her like that, unlike you, who has none for this whore.
"FUCKKKKKK," Lisa keeps screaming, her voice cracking at all points. She probably used it more already by moaning like a bitch than in any of her performances as a soloist. "Oh, it's so good; oh, it's so fucking good; keeps using that pussy; oh my GODDDDDDD," she moans. "Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh," she moans as even her little tits are managing to bounce, given the intensity of your thrusts against her.
"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, SPANK MY ASS," Lisa says as you add extra hit to her already intense punishment, slapping her butt nonstop without losing any speed as you continue to fuck her pussy like a madman. "Come closer," you tell Lisa, who is so numb already she doesn't even notice the roof of the van, hitting her head against it.
"That's so good, so good, so good," Lisa repeats as you push her skinny body close to yours. Lisa stares at the window, the cary flying fast towards the roads of Long Island while your cock does your work in her cunt. Her spatial awareness is completely gone as her head keeps hitting the roof, and your cock hitting her cervix at all moments doesn't help.
"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDD," Lisa screams as she clings onto you, barely avoiding a hit against the glass as you keep attacking her pussy. A police helicopter flies close to your car, making you wonder if they are coming to rescue her. But you just don't care; her pussy is too good and worth getting arrested for.
You finally come to a stop, giving a little tap on Lisa's ass. "Good girl," you praise her abilities to take your white cock in such a confined space. But that's no surprise, given her flexibility acquired from years of dancing. You give her pussy a few extra pumps. "Oh my God, you fuck me so good, ah, ah, ah ah, ah," Lisa moans as your balls hit all the way up to her winking butthole.
Lisa climbs out of your cock, moving cautiously to avoid hitting the roof. She twists sideways and tells you to put your cock back in her pussy, starting a reverse cowgirl ride where the guys driving the fan will have a privileged and distracting view of her hot body bouncing on your cock.
Well, so she thought. You aren't keen on changing your ways, pumping your cock once again hard against her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE," Lisa begs, trying not to fall down as your cock pumps deep inside her. She opens her legs and moves them around, trying to get better support, but you just don't stop, grabbing her thigh and continuing to thrust like a madman. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO GOOD," Lisa moans as your balls hit right at her clit.
You fuck Lisa so fast her head now uncontrollably hits the roof of the car. You lean her body against yours, pumping her pussy at a pearly gates position, her Thai pussy just getting used by your big white cock. "FUCKKKKK, AHHHHHH, YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD," Lisa screams, getting out of breath as you just can't stop leveling her cunt. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," Lisa says as your cock hits her cervix constantly, you push her up, and her head hammers the roof once again.
You pull out of Lisa and pick up one of the folded seats of the van, pushing it back up. Lisa sits on it and spreads her long legs. You dive to eat the pussy you just obliterated for long minutes, licking her wet and used-up folds. "Looks like my big cock wrecked it good," you say to her.
"And I want it to wreck it again, uhhhh, ahhhhh," she tells you, interrupting herself with moans as your licking is too good for her to resist. You don't need much to put her on the verge of orgasm, as her pussy is already throbbing after so much pounding, and soon Lisa's long legs start shaking.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhh yeah, eat my pussy good" she moans as you tongue her folds. You kiss Lisa's pussy and move into thumbing her anus. "Hmmm, it's so tight, I wonder if my cock can fit in it," you say. "I guess you should try it, baby," she replies.
But first, you have to get your cock a bit slicker to slide on Lisa's sexy ass, giving a few pumps to her pussy instead as her wet folds lube up your shaft. You grab Lisa's leg and fuck her sideways, pinning her against the seat of the van. "Oh my God, oh my God, ahhhhh," Lisa moans.
You finally switch to fuck Lisa's ass, but your cock is so massive you struggle to get in at first. Lisa gasps with just your tip inside. "It's too fucking big for my tiny little ass," she moans. "Well, let's see," you reply.
You thrust your cock against Lisa's ass, her now coping with her butthole getting stretched out by fingering herself. "FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH," she moans. "God damn it, why do you have to be so big?" she asks as your cock digs deeper and deeper.
"Keep going; I need you all the way deep in my fucking ass, uh huh, uh huh," Lisa says as your cock slowly disappears inside it. You twist your fingers inside Lisa's pussy while your cock stays buried inside her asshole, making her scream even further. From time to time, you switch to her pussy to get some extra lube from her juices onto your cock.
Lisa's legs are so long the fingers in her right foot are now what's hitting the roof of the car while you keep fucking her ass. She opens her legs further, hitting the glass that separates the backseat of the van from the cabin. "DON'T STOP FUCKING MY ASS, PLEASE," she begs.
And who said you ever planned to stop? You push the pace and the depth of your cock inside her butt, rubbing your hands against Lisa's little tits as well while she moans like a good slut. You started choking her. "I love that baby, getting shocked while you fuck me in the ass; keep going," she says.
"Come here, let's try a different position, get on your knees, slut," you say to Lisa, who follows your orders, getting herself on all fours and clinging to the backseat of the van as you stay fucking her ass this time from behind. "AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH, FUCK FUCK FUCK," she moans hard as your cock stretches her tight butthole out while your big hands reach to keep choking her.
"What the FUCK FUCK FUCK," Lisa says as you suddenly change the pace, grabbing her waist and giving her ass fast and hard poundings. "Fuck, I love stretching your tiny little ass, Lisa; your cute, sexy butt looks so good with my cock deep inside it," you say to her.
You stay grabbing Lisa's waist, not letting her get out of your grasp at any second as you fuck her ass. "YEAH FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH, OH MY GOD," she moans. You grab her arms from behind and thrust hard up her butt, using the motion of the van in your favor. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO GOOD IN MY ASS," she says.
"Spread those legs wide," you command to Lisa, enjoying the way your cock just disappears inside her tight butthole. You then slide Lisa's body on the car's floor. "Wow," she says, as you get ready to get on top of her and pound her tasty ass even harder.
"Get that ass all the way up," you tell Lisa, who obliges, gaping her tight butthole as you slide inside it at a prone bone position. Lisa spreads her ass, trying to ease off the pressure of her tight hole, but it's to no avail; you just pound her relentlessly. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOD," Lisa moans as you stretch her tight asshole hard, hitting her in the face and mounting on top of her like a raging bull, your hips clapping hard against her cheeks.
"OHHH, DON'T STOP BABY," Lisa begs as you impose on her a hard anal destruction; her body shakes with the insensity of your fucking. Your big white cock sends her to the heavens in a way her boyfriend's never could. She moans like a good whore, pleading to God.Â
"Are you ready for that cum?" you ask her. "OH YEAH, BABY, I'M MORE THAN READY, OHHHHHHH," Lisa answers as you grab her waist and push your cock deeper and deeper in her ass. "Shit, Lalisa, your butthole is too tight; you're going to make me cum at any second," you say to her, clapping her cheeks hard.
"FUCK YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME THAT CUM," Lisa begs. "Then come here, get that ass up," you tell her, pulling out of Lisa and jerking your cock off until your seeds coat her sexy butt. You pick your phone up and take a picture of Lisa's cum-covered ass, giving it a little taps aftwards. " "Send it to Fred," you tell her.
Lisa messages her boyfriend as you stay starting at her butt and appreciating your white sperm all over it. You enjoy looking at her body, but one of the guys on the cabin suddenly interrupts you.
"Bro, we need to pee," he tells you.
"Alright, let's find someplace," you say to him.
"We are too far from the city; we'll need to pee at those woods," he replies.
"Wait, I think I have a better plan; stop the van," you answer him.
You slide the van's door open and bring a completely naked Lisa to the outside. It's freezing cold out there, but your cock is still throbbing. "Guys, I think I found the perfect place for us to pee," you tell them.
The three big white cocks start bursting hot piss all over Lisa's sexy body. To their surprise, she fully embraces it, opening her mouth when the pee gets close to it and loving the way you guys turn her into a walking urinal and cover her entire body full of that dirty liquid.
"Wow, that's so hot," Lisa says after you three finish pissing on her.
"Glad you liked," you say to her.
"Bro, looks like Fred paid the rescue money; should we just leave her there and tell him the location?" one dude asks.
You look at an abandoned cabin hidden in the woods and sense Lisa is still horny and wants more.
"I think we can wait until dawn; let's fuck that bitch airtight at the cabin first," you say.
"Done deal."
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horror movies & chill
word count: 2.6k
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie tries to scare you and gets more than he bargained for.
cw: SMUT - 18+ MINORS DNI. this is literally porn with a smidge of plot, sorry not sorry. mask kink, choking, degradation kink on the low (eddie calls reader slut/whore), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie
The TV screen lights up the dark living room, flashes of different colors streaking across the space. You sit on the couch, blanket draped over your lap as your knee bounces absentmindedly. Your boyfriend had wandered off to get something, and now you sit alone in suspense as the girl on screen figures out thereâs a killer in her house. The movie goes eerily quiet, the lone heroine peering around her silent home. You know whatâs coming next. Youâve seen enough horror movies to know that when it gets too quiet, a jump scare is right around the corner.
And yet.
You scream in unison with the girl on television, two hands gripping your shoulders from behind just as the fictional killer grabs his target. You spring up off of the couch, the blanket falling to the floor in a heap. You spin around, frantic, your body gone cold for a moment. Wicked laughter erupts in front of you as you get your bearings, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
âGod dammit, Eddie!â you shout, hand over your heart as you attempt to steady your breathing. âYou absolute asshole!â
Eddieâs doubled over behind the couch, a cheap Halloween store Ghostface mask covering his head. Heâs still laughing, trying to get words out and failing.
âBabyâŚâ he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice even though heâs trying to be serious. What a dick. âIâm sorry, I didnât think Iâd get you that good,â he says, walking towards you.
âYouâre such a jerk sometimes,â you reply, but nevertheless you let him grab your arms, rubbing soothing patterns on the skin.
âI know. I am, baby, youâre right. That was mean,â he agrees, nodding his head beneath the black and white mask. You know he'd be giving you puppy-dog eyes if you could see him.
You canât help but laugh, the initial panic leaving your body. You mustâve looked petrified, and youâre a little mad he scared you so badly.
âYouâll have to make it up to me,â you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.
Eddieâs head cocks to one side, sympathetic, playing it up for you. âOf course, sweetheart. And how do I do that?â he asks, stepping slightly closer to you.
He wants a genuine answer, but you find your breath hitching in your throat. Maybe itâs the way his fingers rub circles into your lower back. Maybe itâs the heat radiating from his body onto yours. Maybe itâs the sound of his labored breathing beneath that sweaty mask that's getting to you. You press your thighs together, suddenly feeling too hot for such a cold October day.
And Eddie can see, through the mesh eye cutouts, the way you bite your lip just slightly. He can see the way your lips part but no words come out, the way you tilt your hips closer to his. And he definitely feels the way your fingers hook into the belt-loops on his jeans, drawing him in.
âOh my god. Are you into this right now?â he asks, voice dripping with his smug attitude. Heâs grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat, if only you could see it.
You donât answer right away, shifting on your feet. You look down, not sure if you have the gumption to tell your boyfriend the god damn Ghostface mask is turning you on right now. You were scared shitless mere minutes ago. But the way your heart pounds now is completely different to the way it had before.
âShut upâŚ.â you mumble, your face growing incredibly warm.
âYou are so fucking into this right now,â he says, laughing as he gets the last word out.
âOkay, if youâre gonna make fun-â you start, drawing your body away. Eddie doesnât let you finish.
âWaitwaitwait,â he interrupts, pulling you back to him. âI just didnât expect it, is all,â he reassures, his voice sounding muffled beneath the rubbery material.
You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, eagerly anticipating his next move. You can't quite bring yourself to act first.
He brings your body flush against his, two fingers gliding up one of your arms, sending chills down your spine. He leans his face close to your ear, his breathing audible. âI wonât judge if you like the mask, baby,â he purrs, his voice deeper now.
His other hand wraps around your waist, palm pressing into your lower back, pushing your crotch against his. You gasp, goosebumps perking up along your arms. Screams erupt from the movie, the final girl running free from her potential killer. Itâs comedic, really, how youâre stood here ready to jump the killerâs bones.
Eddieâs hips roll, just slightly, but enough for you to feel the tent in his pants. You let out a shaky breath, your body seeking him out, wanting him to give you more of that friction.
âWhat is it, babe?â he taunts. âYou want me?â
âEddieâŚâ is all you get out, a breathy little thing, your hands pressed to his chest.
And then heâs pressing you against the wall, hiking one of your legs around his waist, his crotch pressing against your needy core. One big hand comes to wrap around your throat, cold rings soothing the flames that lap at your skin. He squeezes, making you delightfully hazy, pinning you hard against the wall with his body.
âThis what you want, baby? Want me to fucking ruin you?â he asks, voice akin to a growl, squeezing your throat yet again.
âP-please,â you mewl, desperate for more. You know youâre soaking through your panties, practically aching for him.
Something about not being able to see him drives you crazy. Relying on just his voice, trying to gauge his tone. Youâre writhing beneath him, grinding yourself against him. Heâs so hard it has to be painful, you can feel it even through the layer of denim covering his bottom half.
âOh, sheâs so desperate, huh? Pussy needs me, baby? God damnâŚâ he rasps, and you throb for him.
His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh where he holds it, giving it a sharp squeeze. His other hand removes itself from your neck, tugging down the zipper on his jeans. You undo the button for him, just as eager to get his pants down as he is. His cock stands at attention beneath the fabric of his boxers, begging to be touched. He ignores it for the meantime, though, releasing his hold on your leg and letting you drop it. He makes quick work of sliding your leggings and panties down, fingers collecting the honey that drips from you.
Groaning, he brings his fingers to your mouth, prompting you to suck them. You oblige, mouth opening and enveloping his digits. Your tongue swipes over them, tasting yourself and coating them with saliva. And then theyâre pulled from your lips, teasing your clit before slipping into your cunt. Your leg wraps around his waist once more, allowing for a better angle. He scissors those two fingers inside of you, his breathing heavy, sounding almost amplified from beneath the mask. Your hips buck forward, forcing his fingers deeper. One hand grips your side, pinning you back against the wall.
âDonât be fuckinâ greedy, slut,â Eddie barks, words sending sparks right through you.
His fingers curl in a âcome hereâ motion, your body feeling boneless as you try to keep yourself upright. He laughs, a devious thing, clearly satisfied with how pliant you are for him. You can tell how wet you are from the slick sounds coming from every glide of his fingers, your body so desperately craving more of him. He adds a third finger, prying you open even farther with complete ease, grunting as he feels the way you tense around him.
âEddie,â you gasp, âf-feels so good.â
âI know it does, baby, I know,â he coos, smirking to himself at the way your body writhes beyond your control. âGonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, hm?â
âYeah, oh god,â you cry, head tipping back as you moan to the ceiling, his fingers pressing so deep inside of you.
He moans despite himself, your cunt completely drenching his fingers. His cock twitches in his boxers, leaks and pleads for you. Youâre a little blurry through the eyes of Ghostface, but he can still make out the way your face contorts in pleasure. He loves making you feel like this, loves having you in the palm of his hand.
âMy filthy girl, so fuckinâ wet for me all because I put this mask on, is that it? Really gets you going, huh baby?â
He wanted you to like the mask, if heâs honest, and the fact that itâs working on you is driving him up a fucking wall. He needs to be inside of you, needs to fuck you hard and pump you full of his cum before he loses it.
Three fingers slide out of you, squelching slightly as you suddenly clench around nothing. He yanks his boxers down, merely a hindrance to him, his thick cock springing free. You whimper at the sight of it, chewing on your lip as you watch him wrap his hand around the shaft. He pumps himself a few times, lets his pre-cum drip over his fingers, and it makes you ache. You feel like your body is on fire, you need him so bad, white-hot flames licking up your thighs.
A few more pumps and then heâs releasing himself, hoisting you up so both of your legs tangle around him. He grips the meat of your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh the best he can. He lines his cock up just right, your cunt glistening with your arousal. And you want to kiss him so bad, you want to feel your tongue against his and you want him to bite you, to suck bruises into your neck. The fact that you canât almost makes you crazier, spurring you on more. You can only imagine what his face looks like as he sheathes himself inside of you, can only imagine those perfect parted lips as he sighs blissfully.
His cock pushes through your slick folds until you can feel his balls pressed against you, his thick length fully seated inside of you. Itâs such an enticing stretch to fit him, your whole body vibrating with desire. He rocks himself in and out, in and out, letting you get used to his size. Your cunt has already soaked him in your cream, you can see it pooling where his body meets yours.
âFuuuuuuck baby,â Eddie groans, panting beneath the warmth of the mask. âSuch a needy whore for me, god damn. So fucking wet.â
You whine, canting your hips upwards ever so slightly, the tip of Eddieâs cock pressing so deep inside.
âSheâs fuckinâ soaking me, angel. This pussy loves me, doesnât she?â he says, thrusting into you harder now. He sets a quicker pace, holding your weight against the wall with complete ease.
âEddie, Eddie,â you moan, waves of euphoria rippling through every inch of your body. Heâs so deep and so big and so good.
Your nails dig into the skin of his back, clawing at him through his t-shirt as he fucks you like itâs his last opportunity. You can hear grunts and strained whines falling from his lips, breath coming out in spurts from exertion.
âBabe, fuck, can I take this thing off? Need my mouth on you baby,â he pants, hips snapping against yours and making you cry out.
âYes, yes - fuck Eddie!â you moan, nearly screaming his name.
The mask is whipped off in one swift motion, Eddieâs unruly curls sticking out. His eyes are wild, pupils blown with sheer need, those perfect lips of his so pink and plump. His mouth is on you in an instant, kissing your lips, your jaw, his teeth biting at your neck. He sucks on the delicate skin, unforgiving as you hiss at the sensation. His warm tongue laves over the irritated area, soothing you and sending a shiver down your spine. You roll your hips, needing more from him, needing him in impossible ways.
âFucking Christ, youâre so desperate for me,â he gets out through heavy breaths, his cock impaling you over and over. His cocky demeanor doesnât waver, hands squeezing your ass, smirking when you whine at him.
Filthy noises fill the living room, wet smacks as your dripping pussy sucks Eddie back in for more more more. He glances down to where your bodies join, his dick shiny with your juices. Eyelashes flutter as he looks back up at you, pulling your face to his to kiss you harder. His greedy tongue roams your mouth, his lips demanding in the way they move with yours.
Eddie can tell youâre getting close by the way your eyes roll back into your skull, the way your pussy keeps squeezing him so tight. Your brows knit together as you focus on how good he feels, eyes pinching shut.
âNuh-uh. Look at me, sweet girl,â Eddie instructs, fucking you faster. âLook at me when Iâm making you feel so good.â
Your eyes open, big and glassy as they plead with him. Youâre so ready to snap, your body overwhelmed with pleasure as Eddie abuses your cunt. Your fingers tangle in his hair - something youâd missed while heâd had the mask on - and tug, drawing a throaty groan from him. His balls are slapping against the skin of your ass with each rough thrust, fingers digging so hard into flesh youâre sure youâll be sore tomorrow.
Those big brown eyes of his are incredibly dark, his lips parted as he watches you slowly unravel right before his eyes. You feel yourself about to tip over the edge, about to let go, and he can see it on your face.
âGonna cum for me, dirty girl? Little slutâs gonna cum all over my fucking cock?â he taunts you, every single word sending bolts of electricity right to your core.
âGonna cum so fucking hard, Eddie, oh my god,â you say breathlessly, eyes fluttering to a close as you reach your peak.
Youâre delirious as you cum, your walls squeezing Eddie so fucking tight. Strings of curse words are falling from his lips as he chases his own release, drawing it closer and closer as you completely soak him. Movements get sloppy, not aided by the slippery mess youâve created, and Eddieâs breaths grow staggered.
His cock pounds into you one, two, three more times before his hips stutter, hot ropes of cum filling you. You can just barely feel the way he twitches inside of you, every last drop of his release pouring out. Both of you settle finally, catching your breath as you come down from your highs. Eddie sets you down, your feet hitting the ground once more. Your legs feel like rubber, like you might crumple to the floor if it werenât for the fact that heâs holding your waist and pulling you in to him.
You look down at the floor, the crumpled mask staring up at you, mouth gaping in a perpetual scream. Youâre dizzy with realization of what's just happened.
âYouâre fucking unreal,â he says finally, tilting your chin up so your eyes will meet his. âWhere did that come from?â
âI donât knowâŚâ you admit, cheeks growing hot. âSomething about that damn mask,â you smirk at him, getting a waggle of his eyebrows in response.
âI can go to the store right now and get more⌠who do you want next? Michael Myers? Jason?â Eddie jokes, smiling when you scoff at him.
âJust make sure to keep the Ghostface one around, okay?â your shy request has him grinning, his tongue running over his teeth.
âOh, youâll be seeing more of him for sure.â
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Amid Israelâs ongoing genocidal war on Gaza, maternal healthcare faces excruciating challenges. Deliberate and systematic Israeli attacks on hospitals and medical centers, and critical shortages of humanitarian aid, including medicine, have created a crisis that is endangering the lives of both mothers and newborns. The situation is critical. There are an estimated 50,000 pregnant women in Gaza and some 180 births every day. Israelâs decision in October to prevent food, water, fuel and electricity from entering Gaza created a desperate situation. Inadequate nutrition, exposure to cold and hot weather, the absence of clean water, and poor sanitation weigh heavily on the wellbeing of women and children. The circumstances force them to consume contaminated water, heightening the peril of dehydration and waterborne diseases, particularly among vulnerable groups such as expectant mothers, new mothers and young children. Fuel shortages and the constrained capacity of the few remaining medical facilities exacerbate the difficulty for women in labor to access hospitals. Um Amin, a mother with a few children, confronted with the harsh reality of displacement, recounted her familyâs struggles during Israelâs aggression. As bombs relentlessly fell on their neighborhood, reducing their home to rubble, Um Amin had to seek refuge at a school run by the UN agency for Palestine refugees (UNRWA) in the northern Gaza Strip taking only very few belongings. She was pregnant. And in the school there was little by way of basic necessities such as clean water, food or even clothes for her children. She considered moving south, where food might be a little more accessible. Her husband refused, causing conflict between them.He feared not being able to return. And while she believed that the Israeli army was attempting to force them to leave, she also felt it was a matter of life and death for her children. âIt was heart-wrenching to witness my kids fighting over scraps of bread. My 4-year-old started stashing away bread in his pocket for later. I was shocked. Before the war, I never slept without knowing my children were fed. Now, most of the time, I am certain they never feel satisfied.â Her entire motivation to carry on became a matter of feeding her children She denied herself food for their sake, but had also to remind herself of the child within her. âThe baby inside me is also a priority, so I had to eat too.â She found the balancing act incredibly challenging, an unbearable burden of motherhood. âI am going to share something Iâve never told anyone I know: I contemplated suicide to escape the weight of this responsibility.â
After the Israeli army unexpectedly stormed al-Rimal, a Gaza City neighborhood, for a second time, Um Amin panicked and fled again, this time going from the UNRWA school to a relativeâs house. But her fear caused her to enter preterm labor. A doctor, at the nearby al-Sahaba medical center, had to resort to a cesarean section. It was hell, Um Amin said. There was insufficient anesthesia and she could feel the scalpel cutting into her body. There was no electricity; the doctor had to use a handheld flashlight to see. Um Aminâs cries of pain could not drown out the crashing of shells around her. The operation left her utterly drained. She couldnât believe she was still alive.She needed nourishment to recover what she had lost during the bleeding and to breastfeed her son. But hunger was stalking Gaza. Food was scarce, there was no white flour in the markets, and Israel was blocking aid trucks from entering the north. âAll I had to eat was bread made from animal feed and water. When I had my other children, I relied on foods rich in animal proteins, but it was impossible this time. The price of meat was five times higher than normal.â Unable to adequately breastfeed her child, she had to find infant formula. But the price was multiple times higher than it used to be and more than she could afford. Eventually, she was forced to buy formula that was past its expiry date. âYou might blame me, but there was literally no other option. I didnât have enough money. It wasnât clumped together, so the doctor told me it could still be used.â She would never find out. Due to the lack of clean water, she prepared the milk with non-potable water from a well. The baby refused to drink.
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